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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.